Australia, To The Rest Of

I Feel Funny About Owning Art. I Don't Really Want To Say: "wow, Come And See My Monet - It's In A Dark Room At The Bottom Of My Cellar."

To Be Honest, There Is A Tourists' Trail; My Family Had A Farm And A Gas Station, And You Can Go And See My Birthplace, Though Where I Lived Is Actually Under A Freeway Now.

In This Country, Particularly, Actually In Times That Are Difficult, Or From Corners Of America Where You Least Expect It, Unbelievable Pure Creativity Has Welled Up. Generally Because Of The Cross-fertilization... A Scott Joplin Tune Becomes Jazz, Becomes Blues, And Becomes Rock 'n' Roll.

I Feel Like A Member Of Any Group Comprised Of Outsiders.

If Paris Is A City Of Lights, Sydney Is The City Of Fireworks.